Back Road Country Living Photos

07/19/2017

Costal State Hospital in Milledgeville Ga!

12/06/2016

This weeks beautiful finds in the Claxton, Pembroke area!

08/05/2016

Back road trip through Statesboro, Swainsboro, Milidgeville, Twin City, Eatonton, Welby, Covvington, Hapeville,Rutledge, and Maddison Ga. Beautiful country living!

03/07/2016

Around Effingham County on a beautiful Sunday!

11/20/2015

Last week we spent the day making Cane Syrup in Olar South Carolina! Here is step by step! Thank you Collins family!

11/20/2015

It amazes me how nature can reclaim the land! I also love when the old is worked into the new!

11/20/2015

Some beautiful landscape and trees in the Olar Sc area!

11/20/2015

11/10/2015

Trees
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

by Joyce Kilmer

11/10/2015

The House With Nobody In It
Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track
I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black.
I suppose I've passed it a hundred times, but I always stop for a minute
And look at the house, the tragic house, the house with nobody in it.

I never have seen a haunted house, but I hear there are such things;
That they hold the talk of spirits, their mirth and sorrowings.
I know this house isn't haunted, and I wish it were, I do;
For it wouldn't be so lonely if it had a ghost or two.

This house on the road to Suffern needs a dozen panes of glass,
And somebody ought to w**d the walk and take a scythe to the grass.
It needs new paint and shingles, and the vines should be trimmed and tied;
But what it needs the most of all is some people living inside.

If I had a lot of money and all my debts were paid
I'd put a gang of men to work with brush and saw and spade.
I'd buy that place and fix it up the way it used to be
And I'd find some people who wanted a home and give it to them free.

Now, a new house standing empty, with staring window and door,
Looks idle, perhaps, and foolish, like a hat on its block in the store.
But there's nothing mournful about it; it cannot be sad and lone
For the lack of something within it that it has never known.

But a house that has done what a house should do,
a house that has sheltered life,
That has put its loving wooden arms around a man and his wife,
A house that has echoed a baby's laugh and held up his stumbling feet,
Is the saddest sight, when it's left alone, that ever your eyes could meet.

So whenever I go to Suffern along the Erie track
I never go by the empty house without stopping and looking back,
Yet it hurts me to look at the crumbling roof and the shutters fallen apart,
For I can't help thinking the poor old house is a house with a broken heart.

by Joyce Kilmer
Photos by Amy Grell

11/09/2015

My family and I like to travel and find old houses, back roads, cemeteries and anything that strikes